Our big weekend

Well we did it, we went camping with 2 young children (TENT camping)and we survived, although barely. I will give you a synopsis, for your reading pleasure!

Friday - JD gets the tent and EVERYTHING else put up before we actually get there. As a family we arrive around 4:30-ish. We get settled in and mosey down to the beach area where we enjoy the sand and water. A great evening. The girls actually went to sleep pretty easily (thanks to Benadryl!) and slept through the night.

Saturday - we wake up and cook breakfast consisting of bacon and eggs and chill out until about 8 am, at which time we go back down to the water to swim and play in the sand. We come back to the campsite to cook lunch and let the girls take a nap (this was the most enjoyable time for JD and myself - they slept for a good 3 hours!) After they woke up we went back to swim and then came back to clean up. We went to play BINGO - and we won 5 out of 10 games. Not bad, I know. This is where the trip starts taking a downward spiral. Come back to cook dinner - it's too dark, we don't have enough lights. The steak (the one I have been saying all day I couldn't wait to eat) falls into the ashes. JD burns his hand on the grill after he trips over a rock. The girls and myself fall asleep only to be awoken by lightning - at which time I find JD asleep in the chair with his neck in a strange position like when babies fall asleep in their carseats - and we scurry to get everything under the canopy. The rain starts and I decide to take the girls and go home - JD wants to stay to make sure the "stuff" is safe. The storm is pretty bad at our house (about 20 mins from the camp) and I assume it's not as bad at the camp, or else JD would have called.

Sunday - talk to JD - he was SCARED FOR HIS LIFE because the wind and hail were so bad. Our tent is damaged - ripped and metal poles are broken - everything is muddy and soaked. JD packs up camp and I spend most of Sunday washing everything we took to the camp.

Notes to self: go cabin camping when your kids are under 8 years old, when tornado sirens go off, find shelter- a tent is NOT shelter!

All in all, I still say it was a successful camping trip - and I even want to go camping again on memorial day. In a cabin, because well - see note to self above.